I'm not doing well with my husband. Under one roof, every day I just spend a suffocating time. Meanwhile, Mr. Tanaka, who is next door, often meets when he goes out to the balcony. "Huh? Did you change your hairstyle? It looks good." He noticed a minor change that even her husband didn't notice. One day in the afternoon, he forcibly committed me. There was oneself who devoured pleasure that was not satisfied by her husband. … I've always wanted to have sex like this.